This man in black was no match for Fang Long, and was restrained by Fang Long within two seconds.
After Fang Long dealt with this person, Lin Anyan breathed a sigh of relief. Only now did he feel embarrassed. He quickly stood up and straightened his messy clothes.
"Miss Song, thank you for saving me, I..." Thinking of his previous prejudice and doubts about Song Jiuxi, he became ashamed.
Song Jiuxi glanced at him and said meaningfully: "If you insist on thanking me, then live a good life. I also want to see you marry Song Wanwan."
Lin Anyan didn't expect Song Jiuxi to say this, so he nodded.
Song Jiuxi suddenly asked: "By the way, when will your Lin family go to the Song Mansion to propose marriage?"
Lin Anyan said: "Ten days later."
Song Jiuxi thought for a moment and whispered: "I should have time to watch the excitement by then."
Lin Anyan didn't hear what she was muttering. He had been saved twice by Song Jiuxi. Even though he treated Song Jiuxi like that before, Song Jiuxi saved him regardless of the past grudges.
This made him feel both ashamed and grateful, "What happened before Miss Song was my fault..."
Song Jiuxi couldn't bear to listen to him, so she said to Fang Long, "Send him back and then come to me."
Fang Long nodded. Lin Anyan was still about to speak when Fang Long grabbed him by the collar and flew up from the nearby roof before quickly disappearing.
Song Jiuxi went to Deyun Restaurant, and Fang Long came back soon.
Song Jiuxi said: "Chen Yun sent one person to follow Lin Anyan, don't let anyone kill him."
Song Wanwan wanted to kill Lin Anyan before they got married, but Song Jiuxi failed to do so. She wanted Song Wanwan to marry Lin Anyan obediently.
Fu Chenyun said: "Yes."
Song Jiuxi asked Fang Long: "You said that your Fang family village was destroyed because of the current crown prince. What evidence have you found?"
"Back then, our Fangjiazhuang was slandered for hosting the former dynasty and rebelling against the party, and later helping the second prince to launch a rebellion. But in fact, we had never done any of these things. This was someone who was slandering us. But later, Fangjiazhuang was exterminated but was
It was said that he committed suicide out of fear of crime, and I have been looking for clues for these years."
"But no matter how much I checked, I couldn't find out who wiped out Fangjiazhuang. Until I came to the capital, in order to investigate the prince's preferences for Song Wanwan, I followed the prince for a while. Then I found that there was a person behind him.
Counselor, this man came to our Fangjiazhuang before he destroyed his family."
When Fang Long talked about the past, her eyes turned red. When she finished speaking, she shook her head: "This is the only thing my subordinates found, and there are no clues for other subordinates."
Fang Long was only ten years old when Fangjiazhuang was wiped out. After so many years, those clues could no longer be found. If she hadn't met this person beside the prince, she might never have been able to find the murderer of her entire family.
Song Jiuxi asked: "What is the name of the counselor beside the prince?"
Fang Long said: "It seems to be called Chuck."
Song Jiuxi was stunned for a moment, and then her face darkened. Chuck was the Confucian scholar she met in front of Baiyun Temple. If it was eleven years ago, Chuck would have been the weakest scholar at that time.
Was Chuck already by Zhao Hongjun's side at that time, planning a great cause for him?
Song Jiuxi said in a deep voice: "Chuck is very scheming and vicious. If we want to find clues, we can't alert him. Bringing down the prince cannot be done in a short time."
Fang Long said: "My subordinates understand, but they only follow the master's instructions."
Song Jiuxi was going to take Fang Long with her, otherwise it would be difficult for her to do things without capable people around her. So Song Jiuxi returned Su Guang to Fang Long, and Fang Long was surprised and hurriedly refused: "This is a tribute from my subordinate to the master.
Yes, master..."
"I don't need a knife." Song Jiuxi interrupted her, "The Suguang Knife can be most effective only in your hands."
Song Jiuxi used guns and swords more often, and it was not easy for her to use the sword.
Fang Long's expression moved slightly, and she accepted the Suguang knife.
Fu Chenyun said: "Master, I have one more thing to report."
"What's up?"
"My master asked me to check before. Princess Yongjia was rescued by Chang Shenhui. My subordinates found something. The inn that was suddenly under maintenance was the night before. I don't know why it was robbed, and then the thief escaped.
The roof was punctured, so we hired craftsmen to repair it the next day."
"As for one of the craftsmen, he received one hundred taels of silver and asked him to accidentally knock down the beam when Princess Yongjia passed by the next day. However, the craftsman did not remember what the person who gave him the money looked like."
Song Jiuxi sneered, so Chang Shenhui's "coincidence" rescue of Princess Yongjia was carefully planned. If it were a different woman, and the person who saved her life was the one who was currently discussing marriage, she would have left a deep impression.
Even deep-rooted love may not necessarily be the case.
It's a pity that Princess Yongjia is not good at men's sex.
At this moment, Song Jiuxi actually felt that Yongjia was doing well, at least he wouldn't be deceived.
But she wanted to talk to Yongjia about this and ask her to be careful about Chang Shenhui in the future.
Song Jiuxi sent an invitation to Yongjia and asked her to get together at Deyun Restaurant.
The next day, Yongjia rushed into the restaurant in a hurry. When Fu Chenyun led her up, Yongjia immediately stepped forward and hugged Song Jiuxi as if she were seeing a relative.
Song Jiuxi was shocked. Yongjia was not good at men's sex, now he was not good at women's sex, was he?
Yongjia slapped Song Jiuxi heavily on the shoulder and said: "Song Jiuxi, I really did admit that you are my brother. Since you still remember me, if it weren't for you, I would still be locked up at home by my mother and unable to come out."
Song Jiuxi: "..." Well, she is overthinking.
Song Jiuxi asked: "Why does the eldest princess want to lock you up?"
Yongjia curled her lips and said, "It's not like she thinks I'm going to get married soon. Now I don't know anything. If I get married, she will lose face."
"The eldest princess is teaching you now, I'm afraid you won't be able to learn it either."
"I said the same thing, what do you think my mother said?" Yongjia said with wide eyes, "My mother said she can't learn it but she still has to show it. At least it's not that embarrassing."
Song Jiuxi: "...I remember that the eldest princess loved you very much before."
If Princess Yongjia hadn't been pampered since childhood, she wouldn't have developed the temper she has now.
"So I feel like my mother doesn't love me anymore." Yongjia leaned down on the table and said depressedly.
Song Jiuxi comforted her, and Yongjia's spirits immediately improved. "By the way, why are you looking for me?"
Song Jiuxi told Princess Yongjia what she found out about Chang Shenhui. Princess Yongjia laughed angrily: "This Princess Chang Shenhui seems to be full of food. Do you really think you can marry me?"
Song Jiuxi said: "The eldest princess is not very satisfied with Chang Shenhui."
Yongjia: "...That's right. If not, I have to tell my mother about this quickly, otherwise my mother will also be deceived by Chang Shenhui's hypocrite."
After Yongjia finished speaking, he hurried back and couldn't stay any longer.
Suddenly there was a burst of cloud-like applause downstairs. Song Jiuxi opened the window and saw people in the hall on the second floor.
"I admire Miss Song Er's talent and learning, and we all feel ashamed."
"Yes, Miss Song Er's poem is so majestic and awe-inspiring even for men like me. If Miss Song Er were a man, Miss Song Er would be at the top of the list for spring this year."
"Miss Song Er's poem must be hung at the highest point of Deyun Tower. I'm afraid no one in this month can write such a beautiful poem."
There were constant compliments downstairs, and Yongjia didn't want to leave at the moment, so he lay on the window frame and looked down.
"Is your sister really that powerful?"
Song Jiuxi looked at the proud look on Song Wanwan's face and said lightly: "Yes, after all, she was taught by my father himself."
"Why do I think this poem was written in a man's tone? Could Song Wanwan really write such a poem?" Yongjia asked doubtfully.